Poor Man's Crown — Pain Confessor

I love the rain the tears heaven cries for I cannot cry myself I gaze at the rain and the pleasure pierces through my mind

The fall that sweeps away all woes off my troubled brow

In waiting my hopes lie hope to pass on my thorned crown

to another king of nothingness to rule the court that suffocates their heirs

My soul wasn't worth much when I sold it to become someone Now all I have is a poor man's crown

They said he bought respect one couldn't earn in a lifetime They chased him down and drove their envy through his heart

They found no glory there, no wealth and no honor Only a tired man holding on to his smile